I don’t understand it any more than you do, but one thing I’ve learned is that you don’t have to understand things for them to be.
My copy of A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle – a paperback with yellowing pages and a 25 cent garage sale sticker on the front cover – sat unopened on my bookshelf for years. Although I was generally aware of it being considered a Classic and an important part of many people’s childhoods, I just never bothered to read it until this week, spurred on after watching a trailer for the upcoming movie adaptation. I thought it was going to be a light adventure story with some fantastic elements. Turns out it’s a beginning exploration into the nature of free will, evil, knowledge of the divine, and…general relativity. It’s a peculiar little book!